At one time you were all happy. At least in my mind, running around barefoot in the tall uncut grass, in the back lawn worn down to the dirt.
Last time I saw you it was like a bad break up. Shifted eyes, shuffling feet, lies about the future.
And right now, with a relentless stomach knot, I relax with robert mondovi and my amazing husband. I relish in the fact that God has no grandvhildren. Thank God for that...
Feeling relaxed, releived, and angry. They who deserve justice will recieve it.
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